Lord, my heart is broken and I don't know what to do
All I know is that I must keep looking up to You
I fail to understand this. Why's it hurting for so long?
And why is it that good happens to everyone who's wrong?
Lord, it hurts so much at times that I can't even breathe
My eyes are clouded up with tears so neither can I see
I just want a fairytale - is that too much to ask?
So far all of my princes have been demons wearing masks.
Please can I stop falling for all things that are not real?
I can't help that I'm naïve, but You can - will You seal
This stupid little heart that follows after stupid men?
I'm not so sure if I'll survive a pain like this again.
Lord, my heart is broken and it's all I know to do
To pick the shattered pieces up and hand them back to You
I know there is some reason You allow these things to pass
So I will wait until Your will does run to me at last.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good morning poet Katelin. Cast all your care upon the Lord, your poem reminds me of this passage. Insightful, energy filled, nice poem. Loyd